Getting the shtick together. Excited. Went bowling with some pals.

Don't worry it's not that bad....it's worse! But that's ok cause it makes me even more pissed off in a good direction!

I've got the pride to strike the first note!!!!

6.59Prime Excepted is the name of the musical project I am attempting to establish or at least the idea would make a good graphic novel. Perhaps could be a joke band sort of like Spinal Tap. I grew up with a hyper paranoid parent, who had hallucinations and delusions mostly based on cultural conspiracy. That's why I like some of the angsty dark demonic underground folk music. The industrial bands. Be in that place where people are being microchipped and doctors are eating people alive. Helped me go back to that place of paranoia and dread. Nice! But no really the expressions from these bands is pure of spirit to the folk art form.

And of course I like to stay Judish and take a sad song and make it better. That's not just a joke, it's for real too. I like to try to cheer the industrial scene from time to time to give back a bit. The current cultures sad song no one owns it. Who really wants it!? The way to nullify it's effects is with Nietzsche's Gay Science. Well this band idea is about being accepted and also being the exception. I see the cultures bully tactics and hazing rituals where certain people act the part that you have to be in and hip in order to be accepted by the group...and this process is done through violence, to break the individual to become domesticated. This behavior is outside of the typical pecking order, or ranking system found in nature. It's only a man made mimic stand in for a ranking order. The haze is alien. It is an unrealistic expectation projected from a story onto an outsider.

Maybe I talk crazy talk or maybe I'm a baby babbling until they can speak. babble till you blather, blather till you speak.

If you don't accept the in groups version of reality you may be rejected. So to be excepted you are accepted no matter if any individual or group attempts to deem you as rejected, because you are the exception as an alien archaeologist from another dimension! But in order to pull that off you would have to be able to speak the language of the groups you come in contact with while retaining your communication mission, your message no matter what rhetoric you come across.

In order to have your speech be accepted you say back what someone says to you in a way they never heard before...and here is the kicker - if must be done in a way that makes them laugh! or at least smile. You use this to cut out any haze ritual. So they still accept you even if your not a member. It's tricky because misunderstanding is rampant under current social conditions. It can be easy to offend. But you can let the other know they need not because you aren't taking it personally. But you must insist they know that as a fact not a faith. Perhaps done outside the realm of meaning into significance.

The idea is kind of like having John Lennons idea of a countryless borderless world where if you live up to certain exemplary standards of ethics than you are a free person. You speak the Mother Tongue - communication without the possibility of misunderstanding. The way your mom talked to you as a baby. Accepted as human anywhere. Yeah, told ya kinda corny like Star Trek future almost. At least Star Trek has The Borg, they are Industrial AF.

I'm here. Are there other regular old joes that can embody a cultural expression beyond individual opinion. Or well I can realise what I've got and at least I can attempt that myself. A cultural expression/communication that goes beyond individual opinion. Okay maybe sounding crazy...try not to jumble these ideas up too much. I'll milk some lyrical content from this.

So had fun bowling with my pals tonight. Was a friends birthday. There was a bunch of people playing dreary country and altrock on the jukebox so I put in some K.M.F.D.M. Nine Inch Nails, and Skinny Puppy to freak the squares out. It was good tunes for blacklight bowling experience! These 2 pals could be Krampus's little helpers. We collaborate on music and ideas sometimes. And we exchange books and all that. So peace and love and all that good shit!!